I continued living in Ilsan.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 2014 – it was written in the future.]
Day: December 30, 2014
Caveat: The Trouble I’ve Been Through
One reason I claim that I'm in the right job, despite my frequent complaints, is that, on average, I am more likely to feel positive about my job at the end of my day than how I feel about it at the start of my day.
Today was not one of those days.
What I'm listening to right now.
The Limousines, "Dancing At Her Funeral." I'm afraid I don't fully understand this song. It seems kind of morbid. But it's a bit catchy.
Lyrics.
Decorated in lights
And surrounded by traffic cones
There was a car crashed wrapped
Around a telephone pole
With a soft layer of firefighter's
Chemical foam
The stranger's favorite song still
Playing on the radio
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
The trouble I've been through
And as the ambulance takes her to the hospital
The only words she can say are, "Can you take me home?"
Before her spirit escapes her as a soft blue glow, oh, no…
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
The trouble I've been through
And we'll be dancing at her funeral
Dancing at her funeral
Now they're digging a hole
Cutting her name in stone
Sending out invitations to her friends back home
Digging a hole, cutting her name in stone, oh, no….
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
The trouble I've been through
[daily log: walking, yeh]